I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

Chen Yang's left arm was throbbing with intense pain, as if something was being torn out of his bone marrow.

He tried to stand up, but found that his body was being suppressed by some invisible force, and even breathing became difficult.

A ghostly green light emanated from his left arm, and then a hideous phantom emerged from it.

The phantom's eyes burned with ominous soul flames, its face resembled a demon from purgatory, and its chilling voice echoed in the air.

"Chen Yang, I'm so disappointed in you."

His voice was hoarse, carrying an undisguised mockery.

"I thought you would slaughter even faster... With this little bit of soul power, it's only enough for me to show myself once... but that's enough."

His gaze lingered on Chen Yang, filled with intense greed: "Of course, there's one thing that still surprises me greatly. I didn't expect you to be able to access... the power of runes so quickly."

Chen Yang's heart sank to the bottom. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to wake up his plants.

However, no matter how he called out, the plants did not respond.

The cards were right there on the table, no more than a meter away.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

Thresh's laughter slithered into Chen Yang's ears like a venomous snake.

"Stop struggling, I've blocked all communication between you."

“They are nothing but useless decorations in my eyes.”

Chen Yang's body was being suppressed by Thresh's power. He could feel the numbness in his left arm spreading rapidly, and all his strength was being completely stripped away.

Thresh's phantom gradually solidified, like an endless shadow looming over his head, bringing an irresistible despair.

The green demon whispered, "Now, submit to me. This is your only choice."

He felt the cold pressure gradually eroding his consciousness.

Just as he was on the verge of despair, Chen Yang suddenly clenched his teeth.

He instinctively bit his tongue, the sharp pain instantly stimulating his nerves, and a warm, metallic taste filled his mouth.

He was breathing heavily, his consciousness piecing itself back together like a shattered mirror.

Thresh watched Chen Yang struggle with a look of great interest.

"What good would it do you to kill me?" Chen Yang asked with difficulty.

Thresh's phantom paused slightly, a hint of mockery flashing within its soul flames.

"Feel honored, for your body will become my tool for walking the world."

He leaned down and looked at Chen Yang as if he were examining prey.

"It's all because you're so lucky. If I hadn't sensed the power of the runes, I wouldn't have acted so quickly."

Chen Yang was panting, his mind a complete mess.

The power of runes?

What is he saying?

A tool for navigating the world... He wants to possess my body?

Thresh straightened up, his phantom becoming more solid, and the lantern in his hand emitted an eerie green light.

"Although that power isn't pure, it doesn't matter. In any case, it will eventually become part of my power. And you..."

He raised the lantern, its deep green light casting a deathly pale glow on Chen Yang's face. "All you need to do is obediently hand over your soul to me."

As Thresh moved, the light from the lantern grew even brighter.

The world before Chen Yang's eyes seemed to be torn apart, and the surrounding scenery became blurry and distorted.

Countless mournful cries emanated from the lanterns, carrying endless despair, like a call from the depths of purgatory.

His body moved uncontrollably toward the lantern, as if his soul were firmly grasping it.

Chen Yang struggled desperately, trying to regain his senses, but his power had already been stripped away by Thresh.

He felt his soul being ripped away, and the pain spread like a knife through every nerve.

Thresh sneered, eerie green flames leaping in his hands. "Struggle, resist... this is your destiny!"

The lantern's light grew stronger, almost completely enveloping Chen Yang.

Just as Chen Yang was on the verge of collapse, a blinding white light suddenly exploded from Chen Yang's palm.

......

......

It all started with the black fog.

Sena first encountered the black mist when she was very young.

When the shipwrecks created by the distant Soul-Eating Night drifted to the beach of her homeland, the black mist within the wreckage awakened upon contact with life.

She survived an attack by black fog.

However, after the attack, the black mist inexplicably continued to follow Sena.

She was cursed; the mark left by the black mist caused that terrifying thing to relentlessly pursue her, and darkness drew closer to her like a dying moth drawn to the flame of life.

Until her heart was pierced by a sickle.

The other end of the scythe was attached to a chain, which the tyrannical vengeful spirit gripped tightly in its hand.

She is dead.

She entered Thresh's lantern, but a glimmer of hope still lingered in her heart.

It was the curse left by the black mist that became her only chance to seek redemption.

She was suffering inside the lantern.

Countless years passed, and she finally got her chance to escape Thresh's lantern.

She lives on as the dead.

Now, she must stop the vengeful spirit's next move.

......

......

The light carried an unparalleled purifying power, severing the connection between Thresh and Chen Yang like a sharp blade.

A piercing shriek of souls echoed all around, forcing Thresh's phantom to take a step back.

Thresh, don't get too excited.

A cold, slightly mocking female voice came from the white light.

Chen Yang struggled to lift his head and saw a phantom stepping out of the light.

It was a woman, her slender figure carrying a massive weapon on her back, her gaze deep, her pupils reflecting an indomitable will.

Sena raised the Holy Stone Cannon and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

After a low gunshot, a beam of light shot like an arrow toward Thresh's phantom, striking the Soulfire in his chest.

Thresh let out an angry roar, and the outline of the phantom quickly blurred.

"Senna! It's you!"

Thresh's voice was filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Senna sneered, his massive cannon-like weapon still aimed at Thresh's phantom.

"I've already let you experience failure once, but it seems you still haven't learned your lesson."

Her tone was disdainful, and her eyes were sharp as knives.

Thresh's phantom image twisted violently in the air.

Chen Yang clenched his teeth, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

The situation was beyond his expectations.

If he wasn't mistaken, this woman who appeared out of nowhere should be Sena.

The Holy Lance of Purification, Sena.

Under the baptism of holy light, Thresh seemed to accept this defeat.

Chen Yang had absorbed very little soul energy to begin with, and it was already the limit that allowed him to appear and possess another body.

He didn't have the extra strength to deal with Sena.

"I will come back..."

As his voice faded, the phantom began to dissolve, and eerie green, ghostly smoke seeped from his body.

His silhouette gradually blurred and eventually disappeared into the air.

Like a clenched heart being released, Chen Yang began to gasp for breath.

Sena sheathed his giant spear, stared coldly at him, and said in a low voice, "Find me a vessel."